driftfleet | "My mind's like a deadly disease..."

Who: Wanda Maximoff
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Starstruck
When: Now

Broadcast - Text

[Wanda's presence, both in the Fleet's comms and aboard its vessels, has dwindled, slowly but surely, over the course of the past month. There was period of time, around the beginning of the month, when she couldn't be found or reached at all--save for by Misty, Vision and Pietro. More perceptive fleet members might recall that her disappearance occurred around the time that rumors of a dragon and its rider terrorizing Solrius were circulating about. However, she did pop back up a little while later, seemingly as though nothing was wrong. However, those that know her well may have picked up the subtle tells that there was something she was not saying. Something that she was trying to bury. And so, she became more and more scarce around the Fleet. At least, until now...]

What do you think happens after death?

[The message is short and simple. Anyone familiar with the festivities of the month of October, perhaps this is simply her way of trying to get into the spirit of things?]

Starstruck - Action

[Friends and shipmates of Wanda's, if they want to go looking for her, will find her either holed up in her bunkroom aboard the Starstruck, or in a corner of the ship's kitchen or shuttle bay at times she thinks no one would typically wander in. By the look on her face, it is clear something is troubling her.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Oh... jeez. He almost expected something like that, horrible as it sounds, yet it's an unpleasant shock regardless, like an ache in his chest. His hand hovers over the scar that mars it, then lowers as he starts to text back.]

i'm sorry wanda

[It sounds so weak, but what else can he say? What would anyone say to him if he told them what happened to him? The same thing? No words seem meaningful enough, good enough for the situation. He wants to know what happened, how and why, why he didn't realize - because he'd been so caught up in everything else, his own fate, his boyfriend being injured, his best friend arriving - ugh. And... asking is probably one of the worst questions, too.]

so you're wondering why you're not still dead?

[Might as well cut to the chase.]

Not exactly. I know how I'm still here. I know why I was brought back.

It is the what now that I am having trouble with.

"My mind's like a deadly disease..."

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